My favorite part about summer is the cicadas’ whistle, and they’re so numerous and so loud in Guilin that I’m sure if someone shook one tree with enough vigor, they would unload kilos and kilos of cicadas on the unsuspecting Chinese who use the city’s beautiful parks for tai chi and outdoor jazzercise, and chaos would surely ensue. The sheer volume of the whistle wouldn’t help because even at a safe distance, you can’t really hear yourself think. My favorite part of Guilin has been walking through its various parks and riverside paths with the cicadas looming overhead. They remind me that it’s summer and I have nothing better to do than to do anything I want. I wanted to take night shots of the city, then go for street food and a beer, so I did just that.